Tag Archives: book lover

Current Reading List!

I cannot say that I am at a lot of disposal of time these days to have a current reading list, but after my recent circus show in my life, I desperately needed an escape. A real escape. And so I have been drowning myself in books.

Before, I would pick up a book and read it front and back, till I was satisfied with it, and only then would I have gone on to the next book. But off late, my concentration capacity has been so belittled that even when it comes to books, I have started shifting from one to another. And I don’t even know if it’s helping me. But as of now I have picked up a set of books and am reading them in bits and parts, and so far so good! The only problem is I am taking longer than usual to complete each book. The result of which is, my mind is getting more curious by the day, I get anxious, and wonder what exactly is wrong with me that I am taking so long to complete a book!!

I know, and I agree with my over-reactions. But all the same, I am enjoying for the time being, to have a big set of books to go back to everyday.

The list incorporate:

  • A Man Called Ove By Fredrik Backman
  • A collection of poems by Rumi
  • Another book of Urdu poetry with Hindi and English translations
  • A poetry collection of  Pablo Neruda.
  • Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell. (This has taken so much of time now that I really want to finish it. I cannot blame anyone, for the length of the book makes anyone slower. But now, I am curious too of this very brave and forward Katie Scarlett O’Hara)

IMG_1279.JPG

And if this was not enough, I am reading this again.

IMG_1278.JPG

I don’t know what I am trying to do, live the good old childhood days or am I simply trying to believe in something called magic? But I am reading this for the second time this month, and I am not even ashamed of it.

And if all of this was not enough, I ordered another book for myself, despite the unread books that I have, including the huge set that I was gifted on my birthday. Well, in my defence I was ordering two books for my exams, and somehow I thought books just for exams doesn’t seem exactly apt, right? So I should order at least one good book to read too. And that’s how this little one reached me:

IMG_1277.JPG

So, yeah, that’s it. This is my current reading list.

Not that I am free of work or my exams and assignments, but I am just reading them all the same.

Have you read any of these?

Any thoughts on them, or to say on my recent obsession for reading more than I can manage on a work day?

If not, then Happy Reading 😀

 

 

To The One Who Dreams

Because I am feeling a little dreamy today,

Because I am reading something too beautiful today,

Because everything is too good to be true today,

Because I believe; today:

to-the-girl-who-reads-by-flashlight-who-sees-dragons-28807347.png

 

Bookish Problems!

All my close friends and the some of the followers here know that I am a big time book nerd, reading being my escape from reality. But my nerd problems extent to a deeper level this week. I share here some pictures of my oh-so-consistent trouble. (Courtesy to google)

1

But I dozed off at 300 pages 😦

35dd045e79b68f96b9ba7749a8ae152d--reading-books-quotes-on-reading

Do you think you would be able to live without breathing? DUH!

567f7a24cababe8a46d11cc888e64465

Escape Reality!!!!

download

I sure have, many times:-D

download (1)

I can marry only them with my whole heart 😀

download (2)

I already am 😦

download

I could really use that money….

fa951836db98ffe36286bb80266cae29--funny-book-memes-funny-reading-quotes

Every single time!!!!

images (1)

I mean did I ask you? Did I borrow your money for those books?  Am I occupying your space for those book? Those are my babies, I can have as many as I want 😀

images (3)

I wish I could have more respect for tomorrow.

images

I definitely would.. Because I would win every single time..

images (2)

Oh yeah, baby!!

Do any of you relate to this? Or am I the only one trying to escape reality, living in a fantasy land where I have… Well, everything that I want.

Book Suggestions, please!!

I don’t understand what happens, and how this happens, but as soon as the holiday season kicks in, I start losing myself to negativity and uncertainty. I start losing all the hope and faith inside of me, and give in to the terrible anxiety and fear. These times are really trying, and however much I try it is extremely difficult to come out of it easily.

As always my consolation comes from books, being the recluse that I am. But somehow, whatever I am getting hold of recently seems to be depressing, either there is someone who dies, or something that keeps the protagonist in constant misery, there is only pain and suffering in what I am reading too.

So, basically I need book suggestions that do not include any kind of heartache. Please, I am really clinging onto you guys now, I need to revive my faith and get back on the right track.

I want to start my new year with something that brings smile to my face, and not with something that leaves me dejected and wondering.

Anything, please…. (You must know I am desperate, if only to read something good.)

 

A Man With The Mask

Happy, ecstatic, joyous, exuberant, there is just no one word to define the feeling when someone special is going to take you out on a date.

And to make the occasion extra special I go to extreme terms and dress up just for him. With a little bit of lipstick, a red dress, and a pair of high heels I am ready right on time. Of course I’ll be ready on time, if I’d be preparing for hours. Restless, I check the windows for any sign of his car, the phone for any texts. And just a few minutes later a horn blows off, and I am pretty sure it’s him.

Hiding behind the curtains, I take a glimpse, confirming that it’s him. Then, composing myself I go to the door to welcome him. Out of habit, I look through the peep hole.

It is not him. There is no one.

The doorbell rings again, constantly.

It is definitely not him.

I look through it again. And I fall back a couple of steps, trying to hold onto something, to be stable. I have never seen such a creature in my life. There is a lean, bony man outside, looking right at me, right at that tiny hole, making his face larger. He is smiling at it, smiling cunningly. He has a dark complexion, with weird teeth, and ears too big for any human face. He is wearing a black mask. He is laughing; I can hear it through the sound proof door. And just when I gulp down the saliva from my mouth, he starts banging on the door, laughing, and screaming, ‘I am going to get you.”

I double lock the door, rush to the windows and lock them too. I run to my room, locking the balcony, bolting every possible door and window, increasing the claustrophobia within. The air grows thick; I am sweaty, unable to breathe, shivering with fear and rage. Doubt and apprehension fill my mind.

Where is he?

Who is this creature?

What is going on?

What am I supposed to do?

I rush to grab my phone, and somehow the battery is drained, wasn’t it charged about 80%, right before he was to come?

The landline is dead.

And then the power goes off.

The next thing I know is I am in my bed, hardly breathing, craving for some air, my mouth is dry, and the mascara from my eyes has spread beyond my pink cheeks. I lay quite, befriending silence, trying to listen to any sound.  I have one arm under the pillow, shivering, holding a small gun, when I hear footsteps.

It couldn’t be.

I locked everything.

The shadow neared.

And my terror augmented.

Any thought of the date, a someone special, was nowhere in my mind now.

And then that lean, dark and bony creature entered my room.

His laugh sent shivers down me, and all my mind could think of was “Why me?”

The mask was not my illusion; it was a confirmation, the only common link among all the recent rape cases in the town, of all the women who were raped and murdered. He was the same man, the man with the mask!

He was a serial killer.

In my house?

Our eyes met, and he bent to grab my legs.

I kicked and waved with all my might, tears stinging my eyes. I got up, grabbed the blanket and covered my body, and with the other hand, I held the gun, pointing right at him.

Only it was not a gun. Instead it was a bed side lamp.

Only, there was no serial killer in my room, there was no one.

Only, I had been dreaming, dreaming the plot of the book that I am currently reading.

All sweaty, and craving for some air, I put down the lamp silently, and yet hesitated to open the windows. My mouth went dry at the mere thought of the dream. Sure, it was just a dream but I had seen it too closely.

I gulped down a glass of water, splashing some onto my face and went back to bed not daring to go outside, not wanting to even take a peek outside, till the sun came up.

 

PS: Currently reading,  ‘A Thin Dark Line’ by Tami Hoag.

Reading -A Refuge

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.

-William Somerset Maugham

 

Mystery ruin

I miss something today. Somehow I landed up on this thought today and it has occupied my mind since, kept my face smiling, and my heart overwhelmed.

It goes back to my college days where I was surrounded by people with same interests as me. I wouldn’t say all of them were my ‘friends’ but it was good to have them around, discuss things; share matters and have healthy arguments sometimes. All I am talking about is literature, and mostly reading books.

An episode came to my mind today, where I was excitedly talking about a book to a classmate, and she was shushing me constantly, she did not want to hear a word, did not want to know what I thought, what the book was all about, only because she hadn’t read it. And all this while I was enjoying, trying to tell her what actually happens, how the plot unfolds, what exactly was the mystery. She did this to me too when she would read something before me. In fact all of us did this to each other, it was kind of fun, but honestly we would never tell what actually happens. Why ruin the suspense, right? But it was fun to have them around.

I just miss them today, now that I am no longer among such people, in an absolutely different world. It would be good to just try and ruin the suspense for a change.